Month: February 2018

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Killer of Kings, 5

He never planned to take her…

There was something about the waitress with the black eye. She made him remember where he came from, and he knew he couldn’t stand back and do nothing. Chains kidnapped her, locked her away for her own damn good. He killed the bastard who left his mark on her. Now he has to face judgement for claiming his prize.

He stole her in the dead of night…

It had been a rough shift at the diner, but the man sitting quietly at the back made Lori feel special. He ordered the pie, made her smile, then walked out of her life. She never expected to see him again, but he came back to take what was his. Chains made her feel valuable despite the chains, loved even though she was his captive. When she’s given the chance to run, she can’t. He’s taken over her body and mind, and she wants more. If only she could save him from what was coming … because some sins can’t go unpunished.

Be Warned: anal sex

Excerpt:

Lori knew what she needed, and her own filthy thoughts shocked her. She was naked, vulnerable, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel ashamed of herself. It was the way he looked at her.With hunger.He must have reflected her own desires. Chains had the body of a god, and she couldn’t stop staring at all those hard, ripped muscles. He looked like a centurion from one of the movies she’d seen on Netflix, but this one was all hers. His cock was big and thick, and she couldn’t imagine it even fitting inside her. Yet her lust outweighed her fears. If any man was to strip her of her virginity, she wanted it to be Chains. He’d put her first, showing her what she’d been blind to. Made her feel valuable. Safe. Desired.“Has another man touched you, Lori?”She shook her head. It wasn’t a lie. Between working at the diner and babysitting, she had no time to socialize—not that any man showed interest in her. Catcalls and crude propositions at the bus stop at night didn’t count.“I like that,” he said. “I’ve been holding back. It was important to me that you knew this wasn’t about sex.”Lori bit her lip. “And now?”“I’m not going anywhere, baby. So there’s no sense in torturing myself anymore, is there?”She needed him, had for a while now. His holding back had given her a complex and made her desperate for his touch. “No. I don’t want you to hold back.”He was a lot taller than she was, all sinewy muscle. She dared to reached up and trace her fingers along his defined pecs, and then down his ripped abs. He had a lot of old scars, but one thing she noticed was the complete lack of tattoos.Chains didn’t move, allowing her to explore his body. When she reached low enough, he grabbed her wrist. She looked up to gauge his reaction. He licked lips. “Keep going, baby girl.”She swallowed her fears and wrapped her fingers around his cock, testing the thickness. It was rock hard with a silky skin, and she was intrigued by his masculinity. “Does this feel good?” she asked, slowly stroking her fist over his erection.“You have no idea.”Lori smiled, excited that she was able to affect him with a simple touch. It gave her a sense of power, and she savored the fact he wanted her just as much. “You have no tattoos. I thought bad boys always had some.”“My body’s my own. Nobody gets to brand me.” There was such emotion in those few words, and she wondered what he’d been through when he was younger. He’d told her horrible bits and pieces, and she was sure the full picture would shock her to the core. All they could do now was start over, make today the first day of forever.“I love your body,” she said. Lori reached up and held his shoulders. “You’re so strong. So hard.”He grit his teeth, then grabbed her waist, hoisting her up on the wooden kitchen table. “Lean back on your elbows,” he said.She did as instructed, carefully resting back on the table, her entire body never so exposed. He squeezed her thighs, staring down at her with the eyes of a predator, a man hanging desperately on the edge. Chains leaned over and kissed her stomach, making her giggle. He kept kissing up her center, higher and higher until he reached her breasts. She clenched her pussy, swearing the wetness would leak down to her ass.Lori gasped when he covered her areola with his mouth. He supported her tit with one hand, his tongue painting patterns around her nipple. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back as he suckled her, the pressure in her womb building and building.“I want you to remember today,” he said. “I want you to remember when I made you mine.”

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Curvy Women Wanted, 10

Ryker’s escaped prison to prove his innocence, but before he can do that, he needs a safe place to hide. When a curvy woman makes her way toward her car in a secluded section of a parking lot, he sees the perfect opportunity. Holding her at gunpoint, he forces this woman to take her to his home.

This isn’t the first time Scarlett has been held at gunpoint, and she’s not actually afraid of Ryker. There’s something in his eyes that makes her realize he’s not going to hurt her, which is crazy—and that is what scares her.

He’s the first man she’s ever wanted, but she has to resist him. There’s no place for love in Scarlett’s life.

Ryker wants Scarlett more than anything else in the world, and he’s going to have her. Learning about the abuse she suffered in the past doesn’t make him see her any differently. He just knows that she deserves a man without a black cloud hanging over his head.

He’s going to clear his name, but what will happen after? Will he go back and claim Scarlett as his, or will he let her go?

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He didn’t stop touching her. He didn’t want to ever stop touching her. She was such a beautiful woman. “Why not? Do I scare you?”

“You don’t scare me.”

“What is it?” he asked, worried that he made her think of that piece of shit.

“You make me want things I really shouldn’t want.”

Okay, now his dick was thinking all different kinds of things. “What do you want?”

“I want you, and I shouldn’t want you.”

“Why shouldn’t you want me?”

She chuckled. “The obvious one, you’re a convict.”

“I was falsely imprisoned.”

“And second, you don’t look at me like I’m going to break.”

“I know you’re not.”

“I’m a freak, Ryker.”

“You’re not a freak. You’re a fighter. A woman who has survived so much, and deserves to have some happiness. A lot of happiness.”

“You don’t see an abused woman when you look at me?” she asked.

The tears in her eyes would stay with him forever. “No. I don’t.” And now he was going to take a risk. “I see a beautiful woman, Scarlett. Not only do I see a beautiful woman, but the things I want to do to you, you should kick me out right now, and call me the asshole that I am, and stay away from me.”

“What do you want to do to me?”

She didn’t heed his warning.

Slowly trailing his fingers down her neck, he teased across her pulse and went toward the edge of her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he saw the outline of her nipple. Stroking his thumb across her bud, he watched her gasp.

“I think about you naked. How these gorgeous tits would look, and what they’d taste like. I think about fucking you, and I want to drive my cock so deep inside you that you scream my name, begging for more. I never want to stop, and I always want to hear the pleasure in your voice, always. Not a moment goes by when I don’t think about how good your tight cunt would feel wrapped around my cock.”

He didn’t know if he was going too far, but he decided when it came to Scarlett, he’d always tell her the truth. He wouldn’t try to spare her.

He’d be the one to help guide her, to show her that she had someone to catch her when it got a little too hard.

“I’m not an innocent virgin,” she said.

“They’re kind of overrated,” he said. “You’re reading way too many books.”

Her gaze drifted to his lips, and he watched as she licked hers, almost as if she was imagining what it would be like to taste him.

“Kiss me, Ryker, please.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Pressing his lips against hers, he cupped her cheek and tilted her head back.

Lightly at first, he explored her mouth, and closed his eyes as his cock grew even harder. Her hands went to his chest, and if she pushed him off, he wouldn’t push. She didn’t try to get him away from her. Her hand fisted his shirt, tugging him closer.

Her lips were firmer as they pressed against his, and seeing that she wasn’t going to run away scared, he didn’t hold back.

Licking her lips, he took advantage the moment she gasped, plunging inside to taste her.

As you all know I love to write so I will always have something waiting for you (I hope that never stops). I’m addicted to writing and I love romance of all kinds across many different genres, and so what is up next?

Well, we go back to my Curvy Women Wanted world, and we have Convict. I totally love, LOVE, LOVE this cover oh so much.

Releasing February 20th

Ryker’s escaped prison to prove his innocence, but before he can do that, he needs a safe place to hide. When a curvy woman makes her way toward her car in a secluded section of a parking lot, he sees the perfect opportunity. Holding her at gunpoint, he forces this woman to take her to his home.

This isn’t the first time Scarlett has been held at gunpoint, and she’s not actually afraid of Ryker. There’s something in his eyes that makes her realize he’s not going to hurt her, which is crazy—and that is what scares her.

He’s the first man she’s ever wanted, but she has to resist him. There’s no place for love in Scarlett’s life.

Ryker wants Scarlett more than anything else in the world, and he’s going to have her. Learning about the abuse she suffered in the past doesn’t make him see her any differently. He just knows that she deserves a man without a black cloud hanging over his head.

He’s going to clear his name, but what will happen after? Will he go back and claim Scarlett as his, or will he let her go?

DON’T GO JUST YET!!!!

Jenika Snow and I shared our cover for our first release in MONTHS! I hope you’re ready for it.

This is not until March 9th but here is a sneak peak.

Signing up as a mail order bride wasn’t how Anna thought she’d get married, but with money tight, and her family needing help, she has no choice but to become a bought bride.

This is just a business transaction, or so she tells herself, but when she sees Landon, her prospective husband for the first time, she can’t help the instant attraction.

He tells her he’ll go easy, that he’ll give her time to acclimate to their new relationship. But a part of Anna doesn’t want that. She wants to jump head first into this new adventure, even if that means she doesn’t know what the future holds.

Landon prefers his isolation to social settings. It’s worked well for him over the years, but he’s getting older, has needs. He wants a bride, a family. And buying a woman seems like the easiest, fastest way to make that his reality.

When he sees Anna for the first time, he knows she’s the one for him. Curvy in all the right places, innocent in appearance, he knows she’ll make a good wife and a good mother to his children.

She’s not a prisoner, and can leave at any time, but Landon wants her as his. If she runs, he’ll follow.

Warning: This is a fast, over-the-top story about one alpha hero who only has eyes for his heroine. It gives you that Happily Ever After, but make no mistake it’s filthy as can be!

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Lori Kinsley is tired of trying to save her father. He gets into one mess after another, and it’s only because she promised her dying mother that she’d keep an eye on him that Lori helps him. He’s now stolen from one of the most dangerous men in the city, Dawg Hampshire, and it’s up to Lori to pay the price.

What does Dawg want? Simple, he wants her.

Dawg has been planning this from the first moment he saw Lori. When she agrees to belong to him, he doesn’t intend to scare her off. He’s in this for forever. He’s seen the darkness in her eyes and intends to find out what put it there. When he learns the truth and Lori’s biggest secret, Dawg knows he will do everything in his power to protect her so she never has to witness that kind of brutality again.

But can Lori allow herself to fall in love with a man who kills? Does she even want to? And when Dawg’s “business” puts her life is in danger, will Lori pick the safety of Dawg’s arms, or leave him?

Be Warned: anal sex, voyeurism

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She didn’t want to be thinking about his cock. He stepped toward her, and she turned so that her ass rested against the sink. “What’s wrong, Lori?”

He’d said her name twice now, and it wasn’t helping her at all.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked.

“I happen to really like this club. No other reason.”

She stared at him, and couldn’t detect any lie. Rubbing at her temple, she glanced past his shoulder.

“What’s the matter, Lori?” he asked.

“Why do you keep saying my name?”

“Because I like it. I like it when you say mine.” He stepped closer, trapping her against the sink and his hard body. The heat coming from him was too much. Her hands landed on his shoulders, and she had every intention of pushing him away. The moment she touched him, however, all of her plans went out of the window.

Gripping his arms, she stared at his lips.

They looked so hard and firm. She’d felt them against her skin in the little pecks that he gave her.

Would it really hurt to have a taste?

Her pussy was on fire, her nipples tight. She wanted to fuck him, no doubt about that.

Then why deny herself the pleasure?

He’s a killer.

So are you.

At that simple reminder, she went onto her tiptoes at the same time, running her hands to the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss her. She whimpered the moment his hands touched her, and she wanted more. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a second.

They landed on her back, pulling her against him before gripping her ass tightly as he dragged her close.

She tightened her hold on his hair at the base of his neck, whimpering as his own touch did the same. There would no doubt be bruises from him, and she didn’t care. Instead, she basked in everything he did to her.

He lifted her up and placed her on the counter between the two sinks, his hands moving from her ass up to her dress straps.

Dawg took the straps and eased them down her shoulders, exposing her tits to his view. “They are so fucking perfect.” He cupped them in his palm, his tongue peeking out to flick each tip in turn. She whimpered as the pleasure went straight to her pussy. With him standing between her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close, not caring that they were in a bathroom.

His touch made her melt, and finally provided her the relief she’d been hoping to get in the past two months. No, not the past two months, for a long time before that. Every time Dawg had stared at her in the past, he had this look that always made her think of hot, dirty, sweaty sex.

She’d known it would be explosive between them.

Thinking it was one thing, feeling it was quite another.

She didn’t want him to stop, and she feared that she’d never want him to.

I just wanted to let everyone know that my next release, Daddy’s Boss, is now available for pre-order.

Lori Kinsley is tired of trying to save her father. He gets into one mess after another, and it’s only because she promised her dying mother that she’d keep an eye on him that Lori helps him. He’s now stolen from one of the most dangerous men in the city, Dawg Hampshire, and it’s up to Lori to pay the price.

What does Dawg want? Simple, he wants her.

Dawg has been planning this from the first moment he saw Lori. When she agrees to belong to him, he doesn’t intend to scare her off. He’s in this for forever. He’s seen the darkness in her eyes and intends to find out what put it there. When he learns the truth and Lori’s biggest secret, Dawg knows he will do everything in his power to protect her so she never has to witness that kind of brutality again.

But can Lori allow herself to fall in love with a man who kills? Does she even want to? And when Dawg’s “business” puts her life is in danger, will Lori pick the safety of Dawg’s arms, or leave him?

This year I plan to have many solo releases from cowboys, bad boys, to shifters, including more co-written work.

Rough and Ready is the first in a new cowboy menage series. All the books will be stand-alone set in the same town. You’ll find a lot of the guys in this book will have their own story to tell soon.

I have several books on the go right now and hope to share them with you once they’re ready. I’d love to interact with you on FaceBook, Instagram, Twitter, and in our Playroom. The links are in this newsletter. ❤

ROUGH AND READY IS LIVE!

Robyn’s ready to sell her soul to climb the corporate ladder. After killing it in the courtroom every day, she enjoys drinks at night with her girlfriends. She has no time to reflect on her life, and that’s just the way she likes it. When her boss sends her to cattle country to get some contracts signed, she’s not a happy camper.

Yukon is convinced he’ll die alone like his father until he spots the cute city girl in the diner. She’s completely out of her element, and he’s ready to be everything she needs.

Parker doesn’t want the busty paralegal to break his brother’s heart. He’s seen her type before, and tries to warn Yukon before he gets in too deep. When she rushes back to the city once her job is done, he realizes she’s taken a piece of his heart with her.

Can Robyn move on from the past and accept real love in her life? Can a city girl and two cowboys have a happily ever after?

A bang from downstairs gave her system a jolt. Robyn panicked as she tried to get everything back into the box in record time. She jumped to her feet and reached up to get the forbidden treasure back on the top shelf.

“Looking for something?”

Fuck! The voice was impossibly deep, the essence of a man. She wasn’t sure if she should be terrified or turned on.

She whirled around after barely getting the shoebox back into place. Parker was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t look angry, but not amused either. How had he gotten upstairs so fast?

“I–I was looking for a lantern. Yukon told me to check every room…” She was still breathless and not concealing the fact very well.

He still hadn’t moved. “Did you have any luck?”

She shook her head slowly, feeling like a naughty child caught in the act. He was dripping wet, his hair pushed casually off his face. He was striking, a man with intensity and presence. When she didn’t speak, he proceeded to unfold his arms and enter the dim room.

Parker slowly tugged the soaking shirt up over his head, tossing it in a hamper near his bed. His muscles looked strained and defined, glistening from the moisture. She couldn’t stop staring, wishing she could lick those drips of water off his skin. When he turned away, she noticed his back was wide and lean-muscled, marred with scars and fresh bruises. He sat down heavily on the end of the bed and pulled off his socks, going about his business as if she weren’t even there. When he stood to unbuckle his belt, she let out an involuntary squeak.

He froze, directing a glance at her. “Problem?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve been working my ass off in that devil of a storm for nearly an hour. I’m cold, I’m wet, and if you haven’t noticed, this is my bedroom.”

“Oh.” She felt like an idiot. He wasn’t going to hit on her. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She should be thankful he hadn’t called her out for snooping. “I’ll leave you alone then.”

She bolted in the direction of the door, but Parker moved faster, bracing one arm across the only exit. “I didn’t tell you to leave.” Robyn now noticed the tattooed letters along his inner arm. God, he was drool-worthy.

“But—”

They were so close. She’d almost crashed into his chest in her escape attempt. She could even smell him, an all-male scent that made her salivate. “What do you think of me, baby girl?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“How do I compare to men in the city?”

Did he actually just ask that? “In what way?”

He smirked, a slight dimple appearing on his cheek. “Not too bright, are you?”

She scowled. “I’m not going to stroke your ego. The county girls might drool over your muscles or think you’re God’s gift to women, but I know better.”

Parker ran his tongue over his teeth, staring down at her with a mix of amusement and intensity. “I was talking about my hospitality, but I like where you’re taking things, sugar. God’s gift, eh?”

Her face heated so hot, her cheeks had to be flushed crimson. She wanted to bite her tongue … right off.

“No smart comebacks? I’m surprised.” He lowered his arm from the doorway and began to stalk forward, effectively forcing her to walk awkwardly backward. “But, then again, everything about you surprises me.”

When her back hit the closet door, she gasped. His perfect bare chest was so close, his abs ripped even at rest. Every time he moved, his unfastened belt buckle jangled, and the band of his boxers was visible. Her control was shot because all she wanted to do was reach out and touch him. The urge became more and more undeniable. She thought about Trey from accounting, a temptation she was smart enough to avoid. Parker would require a new level of self-restraint, and she wasn’t even sure any woman possessed that much power.

“I–I didn’t mean what I said. I mean, it’s not what you think…”

She looked up to gauge his reaction. He had a gentle smile on his lips, one so irresistible she hoped he’d steal a kiss. Or a hell of a lot more.

“You have no idea the things I’d like to do to you.” He ran his hand through her hair, a little too rough. This guy was completely no holds barred, and she loved that the political correctness she was used to from men was nowhere to be found. He lowered his head close enough that she could hear him breathing. “You’re everything I should avoid, but I can’t seem to keep you off my mind.”

You and me both, she thought. She wanted to scream for him to take what he wanted. She’d worry about the repercussions tomorrow. Right now she needed this cowboy all over her. She wanted them naked and so entangled that it would be indistinguishable where one started and the other began. Robyn would never see these country boys again, so why not indulge in the fantasy of a lifetime?

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Falling in Love, 2

Dale and Molly have a rough history. They dated in high school, and when Molly turned up pregnant, everyone rejected her. What the town of Winters Fall doesn’t know is Dale’s the father of both of her children.

Dale keeps trying to do the right thing, but at every turn, Molly rejects his marriage proposals. The tension between them is at a breaking point, and he won’t take no for an answer any longer.

Molly let Dale go so he could live his life, but that didn’t mean she loved him any less. The love she has for him has stopped her from being with anyone else.

Now Dale won’t let her keep their secret any longer. It’s time to put their past behind them and find a future together. He’s been a jerk, but he’s not going to lose the only woman he’s ever loved. Molly is his, and she always has been.

Can these two unlucky love birds finally find their happily ever after? Can they put six years of pain behind them?

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“You’re what I think about every single night, Mol. Even when you’ve turned me down, and I’ve had no choice but to walk away. I think about your smile, and the way you feel in my arms. The fire that burns between us. It’s special, and I know for a fact not everyone gets to feel this, baby. You’re special to me.”

She closed her eyes and rested her head against him, finding it hard to deny him. Every single night when the kids were in bed and the house began to settle, she’d think about Dale. She always missed him, and yearned to feel his arms around her, or his lips on her neck. She loved it when he had a day-old stubble as his kisses often left swollen red marks, but the scratchiness only seemed to enhance her arousal.

“You never questioned Sasha and Luke.”

“I know they’re mine, Mol. I know I’m the only guy you’ve ever been with, and I know I will only ever be the only guy you’re with.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“I’m not the only girl though.”

“I was a fucking asshole. That doesn’t excuse my behavior. I know it doesn’t, but I hope, more than anything, that you’ll give me a chance. That you’ll forgive me.” He pressed a kiss against her lips, and she didn’t fight him.

Gripping the back of his neck, she moaned as his tongue slid across her lips, and she felt her body melt into his. She wanted his touch more than anything else.

His hands moved from her ass, going to her back and stroking a path back down again.

He deepened the kiss, and she gasped his name.

Suddenly, he pulled away and took her hand, leading her off the dance floor and out of the bar.

“Dale?” she asked.

He pulled out of the bar and rounded the building, pressing her up against the wall. “I love you,” he said.

She’d never told him how she felt. Each time she went to something always got in the way, and right now she was afraid to say the words.

“It’s only ever going to be you.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back, and took possession of her lips.

Gripping his shoulders, she held him tightly, not wanting to let him go as he made her ache.

She had to have him. “Touch me, Dale,” she said, breaking from the kiss. Not for the first time she felt reckless, and totally wanted to abandon her need to do the right thing.

His thumb lifted her chin up, and at the same time his hand landed on her thigh. She felt him gather up the fabric of her dress, bunching it up and moving it out of his way, the tips of his fingers trailing across her thigh.